photo by Ben Rosett

Head over to Sonya’s as usual!

Here’s mine for this week

“You can’t find her? Leave it to me”, he sighed. He made his way out of the crowd towards the back of the house.

There was a single swing on which sat a little girl in a frock, giggling as her father pushed her higher and higher. He blinked, and there she was, his 27 year old daughter, in her white dress, swinging gently. 

“Time flies, papa”, he heard her say. Forcing past the tears that threatened to clog his throat, he could only get out a choked, “Everyone is looking for you” He let the tears flow at her next words

“I Knew You’d Find Me”

©Sonali Mukherjee